Veronica? At first I was confused, then from behind him stepped a woman. She was a few inches taller than me, a little less curvy with tits about a size smaller than mine. Her auburn hair was curled up into a bun behind her and her glasses gave her this smart/sexy look that caused a rise inside me. She was wearing a tight skirt suit with black nylons and black pumps. I had never even considered the thought of another woman before, nor had I ever thought of any woman in this way. But here I was thinking this woman was so Goddamn sexy. Maybe it was the fact that my clit was barely done throbbing from my thoughts this morning, or maybe it was just the fact that she was standing next to this incredibly sexy man, but either way I couldn’t believe what I was feeling.
My first instinct was to give them a polite no and send them on their way. After all, we both had ample life and health insurance through work and generous retirement plans already in place. But somehow, even though my brain kept saying no, my lips formed the words, “Sure come on in. Make yourselves comfortable.”
As they made their way to my kitchen table and sat down, I couldn’t believe I had just invited them in. What was I doing? Ok, just a little chit chat and I will send them on their way.
“Coffee?” I offered.
“Yes, please,” He said with a southern drawl that was barely noticeable but oh so damn sexy.
“Yes, do you have cream? I like lots of cream,” said the woman. As I looked at her to tell her we did she licked her lips. Was I imagining this or was she actually flirting with me? I must be imagining things. Nonetheless, I felt my thighs getting wet, which surprised me even more.
I got the coffee and the cream and sat back down. They began to ask me the usual questions. About my career and my husband, kids, assets, all that stuff. Somewhere in the middle of talking about our income, I felt something on my leg. A foot working its way from my ankle up my robe. I froze. My heart started pounding. I’m sure the look on my face was obvious. It had to be the woman. I could feel the nylons on her feet. When I looked back up I noticed her arm moving. Was she rubbing his crotch? I couldn’t quite see what she was doing, the table obstructing my view, but her arm was definitely moving and by the look on his face I knew something was going on. I started to feel dizzy and jumped up from the table to get more coffee.
As I walked past them, I felt her hand quickly, subtly caress my ass. Was it a simple mistake? An accidental bump? Something inside me told me it wasn’t. It lingered too long. I looked over at Adam as I got to the counter, somehow not surprised by the look of lust on his face. He was giving me a once-over again, and it was making my pussy drip and my nipples become erect, pushing out against my silky robe. I know he must have noticed because he was staring directly at my tits and his eyes widened. A seductive smirk came over his face as his eyes met mine, daring me, making me want him. I was now positive that she was rubbing his cock thought his pants. Oh my God? Was this really happening and in my house?
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